The slipshod sign above the door read, "Museum of Failures". A smaller brass plate on the side had "Open 24 hours" emblazoned across it.
We met the curator just inside, as she took us from exhibit to exhibit, cataloguing a myriad of "almosts" and "not quite". The silver medals, the "Thank you, but" letters and the wing dedicated missed chances and regrets.
"I hope you enjoy the exhibit.", she said with an unusual smile. "I'm not just the curator, I'm also the sole artist."